Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.